Palolem Beach, Goa

Midnight arrived like a breeze


the sea is playing like a puppy at my feet


like waves that want to escape the ocean

some poetry spilled out of my life


two giggly girls

found a place under a boat on the dark end of the beach

candles lit in sand inside plastic bottles

simple things of restrospective beauty


to look at from green balconies

for those still awake in the addiction of life


there are stars that do not belong to this canopy of sky

Writing a poem is like you have no flight to catch,
and you peel the layers of a thought, polish and shine
then she comes, touches your eyes and you look up
she wants you to free her of her clothes

When I run, the rhythms of my body recalls you
the rise, the fall, the cadence in the life and death
you transcend my life, will you transcend my death?
writing a poem brings us closer to the truth